Monday, March 30, 2015

Today, I have Monica Corwin sharing what would happen if her Norse God of Justice took control of our world. It's a very interesting perspective. A Study if Tyr Took Over
Earth

Tyr, Norse God of Justice and
husband of Scarlet, Horseman of the Apocalypse, War, will now offer a study on
how much better off the Earth would be if he were in control. (Not that he
would do such a thing, of course.)

If I were in charge the first
adjustment I would make would be door and ceiling height. It is as if Earth
doesn't believe in tall people. I have to stay at nice hotels with HIGH
ceilings because of my height. Earth must charge by the foot in height.

Next, I'd put a yellow taxi
program in every city. They are convenient, easy to access, and I am rather
fond of learning the different ways a vehicle may be summoned.

Books. Every home would have
a mandatory reading section. There are just some books the human population
should read. Such as --A Brief History of Time and Harry Potter and the
Sorcerer's Stone. I shall dictate a list and you humans will listen to at least
that request.

Finally...I would create a
job opportunity for those that have problems with the relegated 9-5 system.
Humans are getting more adepts at learning to work around what they love but
there are still quite a few, like my dear wife, who suffer at certain jobs
because of inadequate incomes. Don't ask further questions....I will expound upon
it if the President or the Dalai Lama calls.

On a Red Horse

by

Monica Corwin

Scarlet needs a new job, but
Horseman of the Apocalypse doesn't sound good on a resume. Three years ago she
followed her companions to Earth in an effort to live human lives. But the
moment she left her husband Tyr she knew life wouldn't be worth living. Lonely
and longing for her husband, Scarlet is on a path of destruction that could
endanger all the riders.

Tyr, god of justice, hunts
his wife across the realms. From Hell to the Golden Throne, he travels until he
finds her working as a phone operator. Scarlet is no longer the woman he fell
in love with, and he is determined to bring that woman back to him if it takes
the rest of eternity.

Even though the Horsemen live
on Earth, they are still responsible for guarding four seals that can unleash
the Apocalypse. When a prophecy is awoken by a deity who only has her own
interests at heart, they must go on the defensive to keep their homes on Earth
and protect the seals. If even one seal opens, it will start a chain reaction
that will force the Horsemen to take up their mantles and destroy the new lives
they've worked so hard to build.

As she started to dial her first help call of the day, a deep voice bellowed through the room. "Scarlet!"

She froze. Surely the voice hadn't meant her. No human alive dared raise their voice to her. After a moment of confusion, she popped her head up and looked around. A tall man towered over the workspace, definitely out of place. She ducked down so fast her knee slammed into the desk. Scarlett muttered a soft curse. Her heart shot into her throat, and she tried to swallow the fear rocketing through her. Her mind skittered to formulate a strategy. If she stayed there, he'd hunt her down to the very last cubicle. She could crawl out the side door, but more than likely he would see and find her anyway. She recognized his voice, and it promised vengeance.

"Woman, I know you're here. I can smell you. Come out," the man bellowed. She heard the menacing growl in his voice as he shuffled closer to where she hid.

Her face flamed hot. He would have no idea how much he embarrassed her at that moment. She looked down at her outfit: a sensible black pencil skirt, short black pumps, thick black stockings, and a purple cardigan. He might not even recognize her dressed like this, or wearing clothes for that matter. She wanted to ignore him, but he would look through every cubicle until he found her and wouldn't be quiet about it. After a moment she swallowed her nerves and stood up to face him. He had moved further down an aisle but caught sight of her as soon as she showed herself.

"I finally found you, woman," he shouted with a lopsided smile and stalked toward her. The closer he got the higher she had to trail her gaze up or risk being reminded of better times. He was barely dressed, save a few pieces of leather and some fur. The man descended on the NYC streets in the dead of winter like that? Certainly not the craziest she'd seen people dress around town though. Once he made it to her, she pulled him into her cubicle by his good left arm and shoved him into the open seat across from her, away from her nosy coworkers' eyes.

He smiled at the close quarters and reached out to her, but she pushed him away so the chair sat against the opposite wall of her workspace.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you," he said as if the answer was obvious. His forehead scrunched in the cutest way, but the softness that action inspired withered as his eyes roamed down her body.

His leer was the least of her concerns as she looked at his leather pants and animal fur stole. "And what are you wearing?"

"What I always wear. And is that how you greet your husband after so long an absence?"

"What were you expecting?" she asked, squinting at his furs. "Does that animal even exist on Earth?"

"A kiss perhaps, and of course it's a—"he broke off to lift the face of the beast to his"—it's a fox." He didn't sound very confident in that assessment.

Monica Corwin is an outspoken
writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no matter their
preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snowdrifts, three seasons
of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with
her daughter and her ever-growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Recently I heard about ACX, which is an exchange (owned by Amazon) where writers can meet with producers to have audiobooks created. I thought it sounded like a fantastic idea, and so I put both of my books up on the exchange, and within a couple of days had found producers for each of them.

Over Her Head is a sweet, summery historical paranormal romance. It was originally published by the sadly departed Drollerie Press. The producer and narrator for Over Her Head, Anna Starr, did a wonderful job with the sweetness and romance of my story. And she’s even from Maine, where the book is set! Blurb:Maine, 1905: historian Frances Schmidt travels north in hopes of reading lawyer Garrett Hathaway's collection of books about mermen and mermaids. Ready to charm a crotchety old man, she's surprised to find a handsome young music-lover. But while Garrett seems more than willing to be her friend, he shies from getting any closer.Garrett is hiding a terrible secret - no one knows that he is a merman. When he touches salt water, he sprouts gills and a blue, scaly tail. Despite his growing love for Frances, he is certain that she will see him as a monster if she ever learns the truth.Can Frances change his mind? Or is she in over her head?Links: Over Her Head is available at Audible.com (http://www.audible.com/pd/Romance/Over-Her-Head-Audiobook/B00UTU0N4O/ref=a_search_c4_1_1_srTtl?qid=1427247172&sr=1-1), at Amazon (http://www.amazon.com/Over-Her-Head/dp/B00V0VM46Q/ref=sr_1_1_twi_2_audd?ie=UTF8&qid=1427247145&sr=8-1) and on iTunes. Sample audio is available at the above sites.Bio:

Nora Fleischer has a PhD from Winthrop University, and promises every word of this story is true. She lives in Minneapolis with her lovable husband Sven and children Wolfgang and Anastasia. She tweets as @zombinanora and blogs at norafleischer.livejournal.com.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

Today, we have Charlotte Hubbard and her book Harvest of Blessing.Peep Rep: Will she bless me with a prize?Liza: One random commenter will receive a $50 Amazon or B/N gift card.Peep Rep: Oh me...pick me!Liza: Settle down so we can learn more about the book.

HARVEST OF BLESSINGS

by Charlotte Hubbard

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The tranquil little town of Willow Ridge is facing a startling challenge. Wealthy Nora Glick Landwehr is determined to make it her home again—and put her past to rest. Cast out by her own family, Nora can’t reconcile with Old Amish ways or her strict father. But she’ll do anything to help her community embrace the future . . . and make amends to the daughter she had to give up. She certainly has no time for her reckless new neighbor Luke Hooley. They disagree about almost everything. And how can she trust him if he always seems to believe the worst about her? Somehow, though, his unexpected support and passionate heart are helping her find her own way in faith. And Nora will discover that even in the face of insidious lies and unyielding judgment, God creates unexpected chances for forgiveness—and love.

“Looking good,” he murmured with a devilish smile.Nora somehow contained her irritation. “Hiram,” she said with a curt nod. “If you’ll excuse me—”“Oh, there’s no excuse for you today,” he quipped as his gaze roamed the length of her. “You and Hooley are as mismatched as a thoroughbred racehorse yoked to an ox. What do you see in him, anyway?”Nora didn’t try to break past him, because that would bring her into contact with the arm he’d planted against the wall, right at her chest level. “You’re entitled to your opinion,” she muttered, “but—”“But I’m really here with a proposition,” Hiram interrupted. “A business proposition, that is.”As he moved closer, Nora had nowhere to go but backwards, into the deeper shadow. As her back found the wall she instinctively bent one leg up, so her knee was in a strategic position. She remained silent, making Hiram talk while she figured out how to get out of this trap he’d set.“Several friends have told me how excited they are to be consigning items to your new store,” Hiram continued. “What a shame it would be if your business went belly-up. Most small businesses—especially those owned by women—fail within the first year because they’re undercapitalized. I’d like to help prevent that.”I just bet you would, Nora thought, but she kept her mouth shut. Anything she said would give him more ammunition.Hiram smirked. “Miriam Hooley and Andy Leitner can attest to that,” he stated. “They couldn’t keep their doors open if they didn’t have a benefactor who owned their buildings and relieved them of all that overhead. So what if I bought my barn back?” he asked. “What if I became your silent partner, Nora?”“No way,” she muttered. “I don’t care to pay the sort of interest you’d expect.”Hiram’s chuckle echoed in the small hallway. “Nora, my dear,” he protested in a silky voice. “You misunderstand my—”The door to the mens’ room swung open so hard it hit the wall.“The lady said no, Knepp,” Luke snapped as he stepped into the hallway. “I’ve got zero tolerance for snakes, so you’d better slither back into your hole. Got it?”Hiram backed away from her. His jet black goatee rippled with his grin as he pointed first to Nora and then to Luke. “There’s just no accounting for taste, I guess,” he said with a shake of his head. “If you care to reconsider my offer, Nora, my door’s always open.”

This is an
intriguing novel about people who have chosen to live a different life from the
typical American. They live beside us, but not among us. In many ways they are
like us, but we normally focus on their differences. I'm referring to the Amish and the Mennonites.

Author Charlotte
Hubbard has written a fabulous series about the Amish. While I have read a bit about
real life Amish, this is the first Amish novel I’ve ever picked up. What a
fabulous book! I cannot wait to read the rest of this series. It is both
authentic and inspiring.

Similar to
most novels, there’s a villain (two if you count the one in Nora’s past), a bad
boy hero, and a strong fabulous heroine who has returned home after her husband
divorced her for another woman.

At sixteen Nora was ousted from her community
and family for refusing to say who had gotten her pregnant. After her failed
marriage with a man not of her faith, she uses all her money acquired in the
divorce settlement to buy a house in her former community.

She catches
the eye of her neighbor when she drives up in a convertible, wearing a baseball
cap and shorts.

Luke remains in Rumspringa despite his mature age. Thus, he is
not under the authority of the church and may do what he pleases.

But Nora has
far greater problems than a handsome, wild neighbor. She has a daughter, which
she left on her aunts’ door as a baby. She had a life among the good people of
her youth that she wants to reclaim. She wants to come home, but she is no
longer the frightened young girl who left. She's grown up away from her faith and her people. Is it even possible for her to
return to the ways of her community?

This story
sweeps you up and allows you to live the little and big moments of a quieter
place. You’ll be taken in and loved by some characters and shunned be others, you’ll
discover there are choices, degrees of faith that can allow you to not only
live, but thrive in the community. And most of all, you experience love at its
best and not just the love of a man and woman, but the love of an entire community.

This is a
story to be experienced, not just read. It takes you to a different world, which
might seem muted at first, but stay with it. This book kept me reading through
the night. “Plain people” are in no way boring. And this book is a fabulous sweet story.

Drawing upon her experiences in Jamesport, the largest Old Order Amish community west of the Mississippi, longtime Missourian Charlotte Hubbard writes of simpler times and a faith-based lifestyle in her Seasons of the Heart series. Like her heroine, Miriam Lantz Hooley, Charlotte considers it her personal mission to feed people. Faith and family, farming and food preservation are hallmarks of her lifestyle. She’s a deacon, a dedicated church musician and choir member, and when she’s not writing, she loves to try new recipes, crochet, and sew. Charlotte now lives in Minnesota with her husband and their border collie.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Today, I have the long awaited cover for Kary Rader's A Taylor-Made Love. Kary's offering a $25 Amazon gift card to one lucky rafflecopter winner.

And here it is!

What we've all been waiting for.

A Taylor-Made Love

by

Kary Rader

(Taylor-Made #2)

Publication date: May 2015

Contemporary, New Adult

When fate spares your life,

your destiny is always love

Twenty-year-old widow and cancer survivor Taylor Smith-Taylor is running her late husband’s billion-dollar gaming business because she’s made a vow to keep TME—and Gavin’s memory—alive. But she’s falling hard for her sexy attorney Brad Richards, and it’s not just their professional connection that has her tied in knots.

When Taylor’s new idea takes off, she relies on Brad to help. Using company funds to back the innovative project, they begin a tumultuous affair and a multi-million dollar negotiation that could dominate the market or put the company in jeopardy.

As the corporate dealings escalate, their volatile relationship leaves their priorities more tangled than their bed sheets, and a fatal accounting error divides them. Brad pushes Taylor to embrace her idea, and him, by selling TME—a decision that, for her, goes deeper than money. When she refuses, it seems easier for both to walk away, and only a perspective from the grave can help her realize her future comes down to one choice: the love she’ll lose or the love she’ll make.

Kary Rader is a stay-at-home mother of three, avid reader and slave to the characters and worlds inside her head.

Always creative, she's drawn to stories with fantastical worlds and creatures. With a little bit of magic and divine guidance, there isn't anything that can't be accomplished with words. It's the power of words that creates and destroys.

Vanquishing evil and injustice while finding eternal love in the process is all in a day's work. And with the help of her critique partners and master cartographer imaginary places come to life.

Ancient magic has been unleashed into the world. It’s willing to do anything to survive, even if it means war. Only one woman can kill it…or set it free.

Electric Heat - A Raven Investigations Novel (Book 3)

Stacey Brutger

The local witches’ coven offers Raven a trade: Surrender herself to them for one week or give up a member of her pack. She thought they wanted to study her, but Raven discovers something far worse—murder. To save her pack, Raven must make the ultimate sacrifice…her freedom.

Witches are being drained of power and killed using a wild magic that’s been dormant for centuries. Tasked with locating the one responsible for releasing it, Raven soon finds herself the prey rather than the hunter. The more lives the magic claims, the stronger the killer becomes. As she and her pack scramble to unravel the secrets of the coven, her own beast starts to wake, and she’s not sure which is more dangerous…the killer or her beast. But one thing is sure, if the coven and pack don’t learn to work together, none of them will survive the coming storm.

Raven followed Durant’s example and filled her plate. As they walked toward an empty table, she noticed there wasn’t any available space on his dish, the food piled so high it spilled over onto the tray. They barely sat down when a small group of girls walked into the room and grabbed their food.

They giggled, rudely staring at Durant as they neared, then one of the girls stopped, forcing the rest to halt as well.

Raven stilled, instantly on alert.

“He doesn’t belong at the table.” The girl smirked as she removed a bowl from her tray and set it on the floor. “Here, kitty-kitty.”

Raven went taut, ready to lunge across the table. Durant gave a tiny warning shake of his head. He bent, scooped up the bowl and smiled, flashing his fangs. “Thanks.”

A couple of the girls squealed and leapt back, but the one in charge narrowed her eyes at the challenge before she led her small band of stuck-up princesses away.

Raven’s blood boiled at the insult, and she barely resisted following to teach them a lesson. They headed toward a table at the front of the room. As they neared, the occupants scrambled to vacate, but one boy wasn’t fast enough. The leader of the group leaned over and shoved the poor guy’s tray of food to the floor while her friends laughed.

“Don’t do it.”

Raven blinked innocently. “Do what?”

The girls were fools if they thought she was helpless. Raven reached for her core before she remembered there was nothing left. The reminder was an annoyance. She might not be able to use her own power, but that didn’t mean she was defenseless. She noted the plug-ins behind the main table, and drew down hard and fast.

Electricity forked through the room, and she directed it toward the lead table.

Sparks arched up the metal legs.

Within seconds, the girls launched to their feet with a collective squeal, rubbing their asses while they scurried away, dumping trays of food over themselves in their haste.

Raven smothered her smile and dropped her gaze to her food. Durant snorted and continued to eat. The room grew eerily quiet. Some of the kids smiled, a few others snickered.

Much to her surprise, the creature gave a snort as well, seemingly to approve of her petty revenge.

The girls marched past them, heads held high, humiliation burning in their cheeks as they headed out the door…all but one.

The lead girl stopped at their table, hatred fizzing around her like the buzz of an annoying insect. “You did this.”

The whole room fell silent, all eyes on them.

“Prove it.” Magic swelled around Raven, the air turning overly sweet until her teeth ached.

“They’re guests of the coven.” A young male, probably just short of graduating, strolled boldly up to their table, tossing an apple in the air before catching it. He was thin, his blond hair short in the back and styled longer in the front. There was something gregarious about the boy that made Raven want to smile and invite him to sit with them. “You’re already pushing the boundaries, Paige.”

The girl spun to face him, wrath darkening her eyes, her long blonde hair whipping out in her agitation. “Mind your own business, wizard.”

“Of course.” He bowed, then his eyes lit with mischief. “You have something on your dress.” Then with a perfectly straight face, he pulled a noodle off her skirt.

A scream of rage escaped behind the girl’s clenched teeth. Magic rippled in the air, knocking the boy on his ass.

Raven shot to her feet, but the girl had already turned, storming across the room toward the door. By the time Raven reached the kid’s side, he was already on his feet, a little wisp of smoke curling up from his chest where the stuck-up princess had struck him with a hex.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Today, I have a 'new to me' author, Armada West, and her intriguing book, The King's Mortal.

(I've locked Peep Rep in a closet so we can focus on the book.)

Armada West is sharing a bit about the book in bundles of five. (You'll see what I mean).

She had impeccable beauty—the sort of woman

who men started wars over.

Wars where thousands died.

I invite you to join me in Cimmerian, the frigid vampire realm—the home to the huntsmen of God. They have been tasked with slaughtering the humans who've released the plagued doppelgängers of mankind from their hellish prison, and it is an eternally uphill battle. Hope comes in the form of young Lana Corvin, a psychic lingering on the cusp of death with a blood disease, and wasting her precious days as the main squeeze of a notorious drug dealer. When she becomes the target of Cerberus, a kingpin drug lord, Fate will teach her that life—no matter how much or how little of it you possess—gives no second chances. That is, unless the rogue Vlad Dracula, hellbent on usurping the throne to claim Cimmerian for himself, doesn't teach it to her first.

Here’s a little detail regarding The King’s Mortal and the Wintertide series:

5 Things…About the Characters

1.Lana was adopted from Ukraine, and speaks Russian

2.Annika, the princess of the vampires, was originally a man with a romantic interested in Lana…but I decided she had way too many guys chasing after her, and made her a woman!

3.Lana has a problem with needing to seek revenge

4.The slayers have sold their souls for longevity

5.I based the character of Cerberus on Escobar from Nip/Tuck. Every time I’ve shared a picture of Escobar, people always say that’s exactly how they envisioned him!

5 Things…About the Story

1.Cimmerian, the vampire realm, is a desert cast in a frigid, eternal night

2.There is abuse of the heroine, as well as adult themes — drinking, drugs, weapons, and rape (not for titillation) — that may make some readers uncomfortable

3.I don’t believe in a good side and bad side. There’s a lot of gray

4.When I first wrote the story, Vlad had been king while Constantine was the outcast. I decided to change it up, since Dracula is always the ruler of the vampires in the movies

5.The story is told exclusively from Lana’s POV, except for the prologue and the occasional intermission

5 Things…About the Series

1.I wanted to give vampires a reason to exist, and it seemed completely non-traditional for them to be the henchmen of God

2.Everyone has their own ambitions, and some will be ruthless to achieve it

3.I chose the series title, Wintertide, because the lives of many characters are overwhelmed by a period of barren, hopeless despair. For some it will ebb. Others will drown.

4.After the second book (The Dragon’s Pawn), an offshoot series of novellas will begin that centers around a cryptozoologist. This will tie into the finale of Wintertide

5.A final warning, I do not believe in happy endings. I believe in logical endings. That said, things will not end well for everyone.

Armada West is an American author and model from upstate New York. Her first notable recognition was for her comedic play, "The Loo Cue", which won a playwright competition and starred actress Fiona Hutchinson. An avid gamer, West wrote articles and tech reviews for TheGamersHub.net

Her foray into publication began at Crushing Hearts Black Butterfly in 2012 with the release of her romance novella Undefeated and her first full length novel, Bottom Feeders. A short story, Underneath (The Christmas Tree), was included in the first Hot Ink holiday anthology Milf and Cookies.

West co-authored a romantic sci-fi short story, Space in the Fall, with fellow author and friend, Jadeleath. The piece premiered in the Persephone's Song anthology from Keith Publications.

In 2014 West was contracted by Distinguished Press for her series Wintertide, a re-vamping of Bottom Feeders. The King's Mortal will be available March 6, 2015. When the Gloves Come Off, a full length novel adaptation of West's Undefeated, was picked up by Roane Publishing in 2014. A release date is still pending.

As a model, Armada West has been featured in Riot Vixen magazine (February 2014) and on Inked Girls. She also worked with game developer, Jaime Fraine, for his 2014 "Tree Translator" Kickstarter campaign and was featured in two of his promotional videos.

Monday, March 9, 2015

I'm super excited to share the details of the next book in the fabulous series, the Fireworks Novellas: Objectify Me.

Here's a video about the Fireworks Novellas

Blurb:

Seattle law student Levi Borovski has been ceremonially dispatched from his family home to get over himself as his mother not so politely puts it. For the last year hes been experimenting with living by orthodox Jewish traditions and its driven his liberal secular parents crazy. To make matters worse, the nice Jewish medical student for whom he put in all this effort has just gotten engaged to someone else. Why Levis mother thinks spending Mardi Gras in New Orleans will improve his mood is something of a mystery, but at this stage hes pretty much ready to try anything. So when his frat buddies ditch him to take off on some drug dealers riverboat Levi is left to his own devices in the Big Easy, determined, despite everything to let the good times roll.Charlotte Gibbs doesnt exactly hate her demeaning job as a lap dancer in the high end French Quarter gentlemens club, Objections. Its good money and the attention she gets from her mostly rich lawyer clientele satisfies her ego enough that her perpetual singlehood no longer feels like a voodoo curse. Tourists can be a pain though, and Mardi Gras week is especially bad. Still, a hard-working girl like Charlotte is entitled to have a little fun sometimes. So when an adorably drunk but sincere West Coast college boy invites her for a drink, Charlotte decides to take a chance.Neither of this mismatched set of misfits imagines that the magic of Mardi Gras will rub off on them in quite such a sexy, dramatic and life changing way. When the sun comes up on New Orleans will they find a way to make this unexpected magic last?

Excerpt:

She tastes like lime and sugar, and her mouth is warm and soft. My cock throbs as I think about what other parts of her might be warm and soft, too. Just when I think I might slide down on the ground with her legs wrapped around me, she pulls back. I sneak a look down at her cleavage which is moving up and down as she breathes heavily.

So whats your hotel like? She looks back over my shoulder to the hotel a block away.

Hell, no. I grab her hand and we practically run the block and half back to the LaFleur. By the time we get there, were out of breath and laughing. And I cant quite believe whats happening. Im glad I didnt have another cocktail.
This is the kind of situation that can go south in about a thousand different ways when too much alcohol in involved.

I sneak a little kiss as I dig the key out of my pocket.

The doorman looks up as we walk in. I wink at him and lead Charlotte to the staircase.

Boy, you been gone five minutes! he calls
after us.

Charlotte trails her hand along the wooden bannister as we climb up to the second floor.
Ive walked past this place about a thousand times, and Ive always wanted to see inside.

Is it what you expected?

Its clean, she says pausing at the top of the stairs to look at a painting of a pirate. I dunno. I think I expected these places to be like haunted houses or
something. All old and dusty.

I tug her across the landing to the door of our suite. Not haunted at all. We even have WiFi. I pause as I unlock and open the door, taking her hand. This whole situation is so crazy and surreal, I need to make sure I dont epically screw it up. I want you to know something, I say. Im not one of those guys who thinks that just because a girl comes to your hotel room, it means she agrees to sex.

Charlotte grins and touches the tip of her nose onto mine. But I do agree to sex. She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me through the door, slamming it behind us.

***

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About the Author:

Bibi Rizer is a mom, blogger, teacher and writer living in the Pacific Northwest. While she's been writing professionally for many years, romance and erotica are relatively new pursuits.Bibi likes writing about strong kinky women and brave willing men living in realistic and imperfect worlds.In her spare time Bibi sings Karaoke and hangs around on film sets with child actors. Having the the firm belief that no one can be too weird or too funny, she happily admits that most of her favorite people and characters are both.Stalk her on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads or her blog at www.BibiRizer.com.

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